By Yasen Vedrin
(Pearl Seeker)
"If I could have a little shop, clear,
With just two shelves, inside a wall,
Do you know what I would sell here? —
Hope. Hope for one and for all..."
Gianni Rodari
What could I distribute on this earth tonight?
Rodari’s sweet and bright hope to impart?
Will it pierce human sorrow with its might,
By striking with an arrow to the heart?
Transfixed — let grief collapse into the clay,
And let the trace of it be brief and fleet.
While joy, reborn so wonderfully today,
Will leave its lasting imprint, fresh and sweet.
Is it not worth it — for the beast to write
A ballad, sharpening his pencil’s trace,
While sunset — with the first stars of the night —
Overflows with pure love across his face...
The cruel tyrant — reaching out a hand —
To gently stroke a stray dog on the street.
No matter who he was within the land,
If today sleeping yearnings wake and meet.
The miser — like an autumn tree around —
To shake his banknotes generously and bold,
And in a flash let all the grief be drowned
On warmed cheeks of the beggar in the cold.
Let heaven rain with goodness from above,
And let the people have no raincoats there...
Let one holy hope ring out with love
In every heart and palms held high in prayer.
With what will someone gift you in this line?
With that same hope, so irresistible to view?
Take it! It doesn't cost a single dime!
Yet it is worth to have it live in you...
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